Meet Your Sensei!

[Leiko-hime]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=f5e06d] Meruhen, Kinosei ------ OoC: For Naruto-sensei's new genin team, only please! ------ "KIIIIIIINOOOOSEEEEEEIIIII!!!!"

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The sound exploded in the wilderness of Fire Countries forests, rising ever higher as a flock of birds shrilled in sudden terror and rushed into the sky. In the quaint kitchen of the rambling cottage like home plates rattled, bowls rocked, and a cup tipped over, and attempted to roll away in escape. A spoon clattered against the edge of a bowl, splashing a tidal wave of milk, and a few soggy circular bits of sugar coated grain onto the polished wooden table.

Kinosei stared agog toward the back of the house from whence her father's shout had issued, a small trail of milk dribbling from between her pursed lips to decorate her chin. Then, with a gargle she emitted a sound that may have been words, "Whugh, dahddgeee?!"

"Kinosei, not with your mouth full." A soft but amused voice scolded from somewhere behind the girl.

"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINOOOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEEEIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!" the explosion bellowed again.

Forcing down her mouthful in frustration the girl threw her head back, and returned fire, "WHAT, DADDY?!?!" she screamed.

Miyuki chuckled at her families antics, thinking maybe she should finally invest in those earplugs.

Outside, a terrified rabbit stared with wide eyes toward the humble abode, his chest heaving in shock.

"WHERE'D YOU PUT MY SCROLLS ON ANCIENT FIRE COUNTRY SITES OF SPIRITUAL IMPORTANCE?!"

"RIGHT BACK WHERE I FOUND THEM. DUH!"

"AND WHERE IS THAT?!"

"LIKE I REMEMBER!"

"Finish your breakfast, dear."

"Yes, mother!"

Ah, such a wonderful morning. In his study Akihiko tore around trying to find that certain scroll, Miyuki watched a cute little bunny out in the front yard, and Kinosei....

"GAH!!! I'm going to be LATE!" Well, Kinosei, was going to be late. The girl took off like a herd of pissed off wild bull elephants, storming up the steps to her room in a flurry of movement. "I'm late! I'm late! I'm late for a very important date!" She squealed breathlessly, taking a dive into her room to skid across the polished wooden floor, ending up with her head and shoulders under the bed. Flailing about she grabbed her sandals, rolled over and tugged them on, sitting up as she did...

THUNK!

"Ow. Ow. Ow! Stupid bed!" Flying out of her room she paused long enough to grab her hitae-ate, weapons satchel, and the massive Book she carried with her. Tripping down the front stairs outside the door she paused to strap on her satchel. Looking back she called out, "G'bye Mom! LOVE YOU! YOU TO DAD Ooooh man, I'm gonna be sooo late... Oh, wait a minute! That's it! I'm late, I'm late!"

Dropping the over sized book in front of her she brought her hands together, calling her chakra up as she ran through hand seals of her own combination, a wind seemed to swirl around her causing the messy tendrils of black and lime green hair to flutter beneath her favorite baseball cap, the pages in the book began to turn; the fluttering sound comforting as the rest of the world fell away. Finishing the final seal she barked out her command, "First Story: Seal of the Hare!"

The chakra burst with a swift radiance, a ghostly image of a hare appeared to float above the faintly glowing pages of the hovering tome, and after scratching it's ear negligently before hoping around her in a quick circle then diving through her legs. The warm flow of chakra redirected into her legs and feet, and without another thought the girl swept up her massive book and took off at a quick run, the phantom hare pacing her, and weaving back and forth through her legs.

Grinning, Kinosei shifted her book onto her back, and gave a quick leap upward into the branches: She was moving at a speed that was a little beyond her normal capabilities, infused with the chakra of her supplementary jutsu as she was.

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Tile screeched beneath her sandals as she skidded down the hallway, her breath burning in her lungs. There! That was the classroom she'd been told to wait in, now if only she could...

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeek. THUD!

"Ooooowwwww... Nice wall..." Kinosei whimpered softly. She'd not been able to stop, though she'd put on the breaks, the speed was just to uncontrollable for her level of training, and the floor to hard to stop on. The hare had disappeared as it smacked into the wall, to bad she hadn't.

Standing up, she gave herself a shake before staggering to the door, and flopping into the class room. Wow, that floor felt nice against her cheek. Pushing onto her hands and knees the girl crawled further in, finally collapsing behind the empty teachers desk, not even checking or caring if anyone was there.

She'd probably resembled some weird Book-shelled tortoise.

Kinosei gave an amused snort, and lay there on the floor... Waiting.

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The Fairy Tale Ninja

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[Souku|Raidon|Tao]

Nervousness was never something that had bothered the Lion. Ever. And today was no exception. Every fiber of his being was tensed with excitment, ever nerve alive with fire, every muscle poised in preperation for what would come of today. He had slept like a rock the night before, even if he wouldn't admit it, and now he was energized. Even more so than usual, if that was possible. The day had been spent hurling kunai at his target nailed to the side of his fathers store or pacing about like a mad man around the Villiage. And for what, you may ask? For the oppertunity to boost himself upward in life. He'd done it, after all. Raidon Hichiban had been given his team! Passed teh exams with flying colours and been given a real ninja team! But his excitment wasn't truley over that. Everyone got a team, he knew that. But only a few could and would dare to accomplish what Raidon wanted. He would not only become a member of this team, but he would lead it!

Or so he told himself that.

"Buta-san!", the brown hired boy stood at attention in front of his dresser, knoting his newly aquirired forehead protector around his head before turning on his heels. His brown gaze now rested on a runty young boar sitting on his unmade bed. The thing counldn't have been anything less than the runt of it's litter but regardless, it too had a proper place in the Lion's success, Raidon beleived that much. The piglet lifted his head politly, nodding in understanding before standing up to jump down from the bed. Buta may have been a little dense as compared to the elite ninja animals, those who had been bred for battles and missions, but he was never a forgettful little boar. "It'f today, Raidon. The fhinobi team meet today!", his voice was high pitched and wobbly, even more so now thanks to the excitment buzzing about the tiny room. Raidon grinned widley, placing his hands on his hips arrogantly. "I didn't forget, Buta.", the boar tilted his head a little, confused for a moment by the lack of suffix on his name. He was a little dense after all. Or perhaps, ignorant was a better word. Either way, Raidon didn't seem bothered. Slipping his sandles on as quickly as he could and snagging the pouch of weapons from his messy dresser, he took off out the door and down the stairs, into the kitchen, with Buta keeping up quite well all things considerd.

Now, the Hichiban familiy had never been an odd bunch. They never really had been. In fact, other than Raidon, there weren't even any shinobi to speak of. But a glance into that kitchen might have told anyone who didn't know them otherwise. At the stove was his father and a large cauldron type thing, bubbling over onto the stove and counter as the poor mand rushed of tame his creation. Stuffing more vegetables into the pot and trying to hold the lid down, the man only just barley noticed as his son clambered up onto the counter to see. With Buta having climbed up onto his head to gain a peak as well, Raidon beamed up at his father. "Mornin', Dad! What'cha cookin'?" Fugaku was not a bad guy, a little troubled in the head if you asked the villagers, but not a bad guy. Just a good husband and father looking out for his family. And, of course, a passionate vegetarion and animal rights activist. With his wife's apron tied about him and pot holders slipped onto both of his hand, he also slipped into his position as a resturaunter as well. Glancing down at Raidon, he gave the boy a look before twisting his head around to look over his shoulder, brown eyes passing around the kitchen and to both of the doors. Raidon watched eagerly, already accustomed to his father's behaviour. Buta made a small noise before sliding back down Raidon's back and back down onto the floor to go investigate his food dish, his hooves clicking noisily against the wood. Fugaku leaned down to hover very closley to his son, chuckling as he smirked. "Heheh, don't tell your mother about this, Raidon, but.." He herked his head back to gesture at the boiling pot. "..I've got something here that will save a lot of lives.", he grinned. Raidon's interest was held now, the prospect of bringing justice to people(or animals) always getting his riled up. "Really?", he sat up a bit to try and et a glimps of the contents before settling back down by his father. "What?". His father laughed quietly, as if someone could come in at any moment to find them conducting a murder. "It's a secret recipe my father gave me. Or rather...it was until I added this." He held up a tiny vile, no larger than one of Buta's little hooves. Raidon eyes it curiously. "It's the hottest damn thing you can put in food. Hotter than any other herb in the world." He slipped the vile into a pocket on his shirt. "I got it from a merchant passing through here about three years ago. In most countries it's forbidden, but not here, Raidon. One drop of this stuff and you can burn a hole through your entire tounge if it's not mixed with something.", he explained. Raidon grinned, liking the idea from the start. "So..what do you do with it?" Fugaku jerked back up suddenly to point a covered hand at the pot. "I need you to do something for your old man." Raidon grinned. "About twenty minutes down the road, by the old Uchiha complex, you remember, there's an old slaughter house." A nervous squeal from Buta startled both of the males ebfore the older man continued. "Pour some of this around the back and it should be able to burn through the wood, maybe even the metal as well."

"Fugaku."

A stern voice made both of them jump and Fugaku whipped around to face his wife. "Ah, Y-Yuroi.", he seemed to be trying to hide the large pot behind him. But the woman in front of him was ahrdly a stupid one. "Mornin' Mum!", Raidon jumped down to run past her and take his place at the table. "Raidon, you have things to do today. You know that. Bothof you do." The last part was clearly directed toward his father. "I was just asking him to run an airan." He pleaded. Raidon had, by now gotten his breakfast and was stuffing it into his mouth, remembering his meet suddenly. "Mum's right, Dad. Gotta meet my team!".

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

"But Mum!"

She glared at him. And even if it was in that gentle, motherly way, he kept his tounge. Fugaku kept at the concoction, muttering something about ninja being over rated. But Raidon couldn't hear him through his own excited thoughts. And, wolfing down his fruits, was on his way out in under a minute. "Mum, Dad, I'm leaving! C'mon Buta, can't be late!", he bounded out the door, harly allowing the poor pig to keep up in his ambitious haste to get out the door. Buta was only a few feet behind him, doing his best to follow his friend. "Raidon! Wait! Wait! Too faft!" The Lion slowed only enough to allow the runt to pull himself into the hood of Raidon's jacket before leaping up onto the roof of a small shop and taking off toward the acadamy. His chakra drummed against the houses as he made brief contact with them, creating a sharp noise each time he propelled himself forward again. And for once, he was greatful Buta was small enough to fit in his hood, lest he create more noise with his hard hooves. Of course, being Raidon, he wasn't thinking far enough ahead to realize that one day, Buta would actually be quite large. Even if he was a runt, even if he wasn't one of those massive, pig, pigs they butchered up for larger chunks of meat, he would still grow to considerable size. One could only imaine what the boy would do then.

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It didn't take him long to reach it, having run through the same shortcut hundreds of times when he had been running late. But not today. He refused to be late today. He landed in front of the door with what would have been a graceful thunk had he not stumbled a bit and fallen onto his stomach. Taking the oppertunity, Buta regained his footing on the ground, prodding at his friend with his fuzzy snout. "Raidon..?", he whined, sniffing the boys ear as he pushed himself off and dusted his jacket down. "Geez, these people should think before they put sand in front of a place where people need to walk." He frowned irritably. The wind picked up for a moment, ruffling his dark hair and setting it out of place for the umpteenth time since his departure from his home. He'd come a long way, he thought, from being an acadamy student. Of course, his ambitions prevented him from thinking on it for to long. Raidon was many things, nostalgic was not one of them. If he kept looking back, after all, he'd never get anywhere but where he had started. He was but a Genin, after all. He'd have to do so much more to get where he wanted to be. Another short burst of wind and Raidon set that brisk pace of his again, practicly strutting up to the open doors. Though he wasn't aware he was strutting, clearly, it just came naturally. And he did, with his head held high, as if he himself were the king of everything within the entire of Konoha; including the acadamey he was waltzing up into. "We need to wait claffroom.", Buta reminded him gently, lifting his head up to stare inquisitivly at his friend. "Yeah, I know, I know. It's this one up here, I think...", he scratched at his head for a moment.

"You think?", Buta seemed leary now, backing down until Raidon moved forward again, where he followed. "Buta-san, sometimes a ninja's gotta think on his toes. Just because I don't remember doesn't mean-" He was cut off suddenly as something rushed past him. Buta squealed noisily before pressing himself flush against Raidon's leg. The Lion also jumped at the sudden appaerence of... He jerked his head to the side to catch a glimps of it. It was another student. And the glimmer of metal told him it was another Genin. A girl Genin and something else about her. He squinted at it curiously. It looked like...a cat, maybe? He couldn't tell from his perspective, especially since it dissapeared as she slammed into the wall. It his him suddenly.

"That'f a juftu!", it must have his Buta as well, because he was almost wailing in frieght and jittery anxioty. "A jutsu..", Raidon repeated. Jealousy flared in his chest suddenly. No, she couldn't have been a Genin. A Chuunin perhaps. But she's too young., his mind protested. The jealousy molded into anger quite suddenly as she stumbled into the room. His room. "But..but..she can't..", he stammered. Scowling and stepping forward to pry the door open just a few moments after she entered, his brown eyes fell on her, holding a sort of flare about them that was similiar to the one he portrayed naturally through simple body language.

He didn't know any jutsu like that.

He remained silent for a moment and seemed content to watch her while he tried to figure it out. He recognized her after a moment, even if he didn't know her personaly. She had been in his class...hadn't she? He thought so. Stepping forward to stand all the way in the room now, he moved enough to that Buta could scuffle in after him, still hard pressed against his legs as though the girl would suddenly become hostile and kill him. His hooves scrapped agaisnt the floor as he shuffled shyly across it in hopes that she would not notice him. Raidon, on the other hand, was doing his best to stand up straight, to make himself look taller, and, at least in some way, dominate the situation. Look for advantages, that's what his father had always told him to do. But...with nothing but the basic academy jutsu, how could he call himself better than her? But even with that in mind, Raidon's pride had never been something to be easily removed from any situation. He frowned, "You should watch where your going next time! You nearly killed us!", his voice echoed against the walls, even in the larger classroom. He stepped all the way into the room now, standing over her with his arms crossed over his chest. From that perspective, he was sure he must have intimidated her at least a little bit. The scraping sound became audible again as the piglet behind him moved to hide underneath a chair.

"Don't you realize this place is for graduates!? Not some clumsy idiot like you!"

[mizuyaiba]

Today was the day that his new life would begin, it was the day that had caused him not to be able to sleep the night before because he was nervous from anticipation, it was the day that he would get his new Sensei and meet the team he would be spending a lot of his time with for the rest of his days or at least until he became a Jounin.

Mizu was laying on his back staring at the ceiling of his little dwelling, thoughts swirling around in his head about the upcoming meeting. His bed barely had anything wrong with it, the lack of sleep causing no tossing and turning to cause any ruffles in the sheets, making the usual arduous, in Mizu’s opinion, task a simple one. His swung his legs over the bedside and stood up, proceeding to straighten up the few ruffles in his sheets and continued to think the repetitive thoughts that had been swimming gin his mind for the past night.

What if the team didn’t like him? That was something he would hate; he didn’t care about being close friends with them, but he didn’t want to be at a head with them every minute of every day. He shook his head knowing that it wasn’t likely they would not like him, he was a likeable guy; he had been told that many times. These were the kind’s of thoughts that played with the imagination of the young Yaiba, going from the best possible situation to the worst one that could exist, from what if he had a mute in his team to what if every person on the team was a loud mouth and god knew that Mizu hated being around loud people. He knew that it probably wouldn’t happen that he would get stuck with that possibility. At the very least, his Jounin-sensei should be calm and quiet. That was how most Jounin seemed, calm and calculating.

Mizu walked away from his now quarter tight sheets to the small room that was his kitchen/living room/ dining room all in one. His mouth opened wide and a strange howling noise left his mouth as he realized that the lack of sleep from the night before would probably catch back up with him that afternoon. Without looking at the cabinet, Mizu’s left hand opened it up while his right hand simultaneously reached in and grabbed the box of “Ninja Stars” that he so dearly loved. He poured the cereal in a small bowl, added the milk he had in his small cooler box, and proceeded to eat the grain and marshmallow cereal.

After he finished with his small breakfast, he then proceeded to get ready for the day. The small things like brushing teeth, putting on good clothes, and generally what Mizu would like to call looking good. Mizu didn’t understand why people considered him vain for knowing that he looked good. He seriously didn’t think that it could be considered vanity; Sure, he looked good, he smelt good, and he knew this, but he wished people could understand that it wasn’t narcissism, it was self-confidence.

After his couple hours of preparation for the day, He grabbed his hitai-ate and strapped his sword into it’s harness on his back and proceeded to go to the Ninja Academy, where he would finally meet the team who he would be spending a lot of time with. He hoped with all his being, that they would not be annoying.


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Mizu’s casual steps had halted when he had seen the young man walk up to the academy doors. It seemed to him like a proud kid, and that was good in his opinion, if anything he might get some competition from the young genin, if he was supposed to be one of those on his new team. The Yaiba ninja was surprised though when he saw someone or something nearly hit the proud genin and heard a small thump as the thing apparently stopped.

He watched the young kid walk in and proceeded to walk to the doors, anxious to see what it was that had been moving so fast. He could have sworn that it was a human, but he didn’t know humans moved that fast; maybe it was the Jounin-sensei because he was pretty sure it couldn’t be the other genin, that kind of chakra control was supposed to be at least chounin level. He didn’t know but he would figure it out.

He looked inside just in time to see the male standing above a girl that looked like she was Mizu’s age and he was sure he recognized her from the academy; in fact, he was sure he recognized the young boy too, even though he couldn’t tell you the name of either if he tried. He walked in slowly as the male started his loud yelling , at least it seemed like yelling from all the echoes, and stopped grinding his teeth. Mizu really hated loud noises.

Mizu slowly unhooked his sword from it’s harness and leaned it against the wall he was beside and he paralleled the action by leaning as well and crossing his arms. “You really shouldn’t be so loud. It is really annoying.” His blunt statement was said in his casual voice, his mouth turning into a cocky smile afterwards.

[Uzumaki Naruto]

Naruto nearly leapt out of his bed. Today was the day! He had achieved nearly everything else he had hoped for, and now! Now he would have his own team! His wide smiles smeared across his face as he hummed to himself as he dressed. It was just another stepping-stone he had crossed.

Not that it was a major one.

He nearly skipped to the kitchen to eat breakfast; his off key humming following him. He quickly downed a few glasses of milk, and as he rummaged through the fridge the thought struck him.

"SHIT! I'M LATE! LATE, LATE, LATE!"

He raced out of the house, only grabbing his Hitai-ate on the way out. He had forgotten all the lights; not to mention the door to the refrigerator was still wide open. His sandals weren't on right either, so he found himself tripping himself up more then actually getting anywhere. It was really a typical Naruto moment.

After flopping his way to the academy, he slowed down and rearranged himself. He straightened out his clothing, tied on his headband, and made sure his sandals were on right.

He looked good.Yeah. Real good.

He jammed his hands into his pockets and strolled down the hall. He had to look regal; like a hokage would. Like he should, but didn’t. He looked like a leader. Right? Right. He nodded to himself, only once, but enough to assure himself. His shoes squeaked softly on the floor as he stopped at the door. He could hear loud voices, then one more soft-spoken. Great! They were all there.

WHAM!

He flung open the door and strolled in. His blue eyes looked down at them as he did a rather cheesy pose in front of the three.

"I!"

He began, trying to make his voice boom loudly.

"Am Uzumaki, Naruto! YOU are the three lucky little boys that get to make up my team!"

He could have sworn he was supposed to have had a girl. but he sure didn't see one. Just three boys. None of which seemed very impressive to HIM. Still, he kept that to himself at the moment. Maybe they were actually worth something.

"As future Hokage and your leader I just want to say....WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

His finger pointed directly under a chair and hsi eyes got wide. He could SWEAR he saw a tiny pig cowering between the legs. The sounds it made confirmed his suspicions.

"WHAT KIND OF RETARD HAS A PET PIG?!"

After he said it, Naurto realized that he once thought having a pet pig would be cool. Only because you didn't have to bathe them. And they could eat a lot. And...well...that was a long time ago! He tried his best impression of a very angry Sensei...but failed. He could feel himself failing. Still, his hopes for his team seemed to be fading. And fast. Faster then the failed look upon his face.

"Great. I got stuck with a bunch of losers. Wonder if anyone else got cheated..."

He muttered out loud as he looked from one to the other. A sword, a book, and a pig. Great. He had more like a team that was preparing to cook dinner then a shinboi team. one brought the pig for dinner, the other the cookbook, and the third the utensil to slice dinner up with. Just...Great...

"What did I do to deserve this?"

[Leiko-hime]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=f5e06d] Meruhen, Kinosei ------ Someone was talking to her, she realized a bit belatedly. Maybe she'd hit her head... Oooh, she could be one of those cool heroes that had Gods or something guiding their path or, or, or... Waitaminute... Did the voice just insult her? How dare the voice! Her hands and knees were under her in a flash, and Kinosei immediately shoved down, putting a bit of chakra into the motion (She had excellent chakra control, just ask her teachers!) so that she looked like a cat jumping: That weird jumping action that seemed more like levitation, really. Her sandals slapped softly as she swung her legs forward to get her feet under her. Pin wheeling her arms slightly to retain her balance she straightened up, and whirled around arm extended as she did so. In the end she ended up with her finger pointing up under the speakers nose, her posture one of a forward lean as she glared up at him with a squinting glare of her big blue eyes. Taking him in, in a quick glance she gave a little sniff and turned away sticking her nose in the air, "Weeeeeeelll," she drawled out, dragging out the word meaningfully. "The way I see it is that if you have problems dodging me then you don't deserve to be a ninja!" She emphasized her points haughtily, and then... Seemingly she remembered the rest of what had been said because, she gave out a little hiss that sounded like a spastic kitten, and whipped back around crowding into the boy's personal bubble. She inhaled sharply, drawing her breath in, puffing herself up a bit opened her mouth to yell and... Was cut off by the intrusion of a sudden quiet complaint... Kinosei's pointing hand dropped down to her side, swinging listlessly by her hip before she peeped around the first boy to dubiously eye the taller one as he lounged against the wall. The quiet scuffle of hooves drew her attention for a moment, and she cast half a glance at the small pig thing scurrying around then ignored it. "Geez... these are some crappy sidekicks..." She postulated in a way that said that it was meant to be a thought rather than actual words, but once again that Brain/Mouth filter failed her. Not that she cared really. And then the door slammed open and the world went to hell. Orange, Black, Yellow, and STUPID

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Her mouth moved slowly forming the word 'boys' in intense incredulity. She was soooo not a boy. Ew.

She gawked at her new sensei through his entire spiel, and gave off an odd sound from the back of her throat that really could never fully translate her horror.

Finally he stopped talking, and Kinosei could only think of one response to this mess, "WHY DID WE GET THE RETARD?!" She screeched, her hands flying upward in exasperation. She swiveled to the side, and began to pace back and forth in a tight little weave while she waved her hands around, her voice continuing the stay on its loud side, though she wasn't really yelling: Her tone was vehement, "Oh god, I can't believe this! I've been a good girl! I've made my bed, told my mama and daddy I love them. I'm nice to animals, I've never kicked a puppy or stolen some drooly babies candy!" She glanced around shiftily, before muttering to herself. "Well, there was that one time at the one place with that one idiot.. But I only bruised the guys shin, really!" She went back to loud, whipping around to point accusingly at the 'sensei.' "YOU PUMPKIN MAN! THIS IS A JOKE ISN'T IT?! THEY DON'T REALLY LET IDIOTS LIKE YOU TRY AND MOLD THE UNCRAFTED YOUTH OF THE FUTURE, DO THEY?"

Standing there, glaring at the idiot with her big blue eyes, her lime green and black hair framing her scowling face one Meruhen Kinosei had only one thought: Did I make the wrong career choice?

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The Fairy Tale Ninja

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[Souku|Raidon|Tao]

For a good long moment, Raidon was sure his intimidation technique had done the trick. But the moment he had begun to even consider turning back around to fetch his friend, she was suddenly getting to her feet. He watched her, an eyebrow raised up until it was nearly hidden by his brown hair hanging down across his forehead protector. The rest of her movements were carried out so quickly, the Lion hardly had any time at all to react to the before he suddenly found an accusing finger hovering just a centimeter from the tip of his nose. The action in itself called out his defiant nature. How..how dare she even think about doing such a thing. But before Raidon could open his mouth, she was scolding him. Scolding him for what she had done! Perhaps it was because there weren't many people, anymore, who stepped in his way, or the fact that he was rarely contradicted. Whatever the reason, his expression shifted quite suddenly right from the start; from surprise and baffled confusion, to insult. A brilliant flush rose to cover his cheeks, and ears, and the bridge of his nose. Though it was hardly one of embarrassment. The fierce look on his face showcased that much.

"Wh-who the hell do you think you are!?", his voice had risen considerably, his words becoming clipped and holding more of an edge to them. He was on his toes now. "I'm not the one running into the damn wall! Not seeing some insane, freak show flying through the halls is one thing! At least I had a reason!", he slid back onto his heels again, his frown deepening as he let his hands drop to his sides and stuff themselves into his shorts pockets. His temper never had been a long, drawn out one. Dignity, to him, was what could be used to gain the upper hand. Dignity, and pride, and a strong ego were more his game. But his youth kept his noisy, and his insatiable thirst for the limelight brought that restless need to draw attention to himself. Even if it meant a bit(or a lot) of screaming. He breathed deeply, mimicking what he had seen his father do many times after a hard day at work. "You say I'm a bad ninja, but you can't even manage a solid wall.", he grinned at her the arrogance dancing in his brown eyes and adding to the growing fire that he was trying to feed. If he kept it going, surely he would rise up and dominate the team. And, for now, that was enough. "But, you know, we can't all be perfect." He tilted his head upward a little, sticking his chin out just a bit more than he probably should have. Of course, in his show of arrogance and pride, he missed his friend's quiet whine.

But another voice was quick to pull him from his little egotistical world and it startled him to have yet another person try and contradict him. Didn't these commoners know their place? Didn't they recognize a natural born leader, such as the Lion himself, when they saw one? Surely they could have been content with accepting the natural order of things. Raidon up top, leader of the pack, and everyone else following him. "I wasn't being loud, idiot!", he bit back. He stepped to the side to allow himself to turn and face the other boy a bit more. "It's more annoying to interrupt anyway.", his brown eyes narrowed themselves a bit as his eyebrows knit together to form a look of discontent. This had not been what the young Genin had expected, had thought of, had wanted when he had planned out his day. This couldn't have been his team, it just had to be a mistake. He glanced toward the door, half expecting some other student to walk in and wonder why Raidon was here taking his place. But no. Raidon was not so lucky. This... this would take some work. Hard work, at that. He'd just have to bend them a little. Break their little acts of defiance and chase away their challenges to his name. Because if there was ever a thing Raidon would not tolerate, it was being forced from his throne and set amoungst the commoners he believed he was above. And as if the seat as leader was his birthright, Raidon planned to take it. By force if necessary.

From behind the little group, Buta's line of thought was traveling along a similar track. Raidon had never been a submissive person, the boar knew that. But he had never encountered people who would call him out like that, as the girl had. He'd never seen anyone bold enough to even think about poking a finger that close to the boy's face and using such a reprimanding tone. How strange, he thought. Still, he kept quiet, content to simply observe. Especially since there was a bit of a crowd now. It may have only been three people, but for the boar's introverted nature, it was enough of a crowd to cause him to shy away. He moved only once through out the conversation after taking his place beneath the chair. And that was because he had crouched to close to the colder floor, startling him as his exposed belly hit it. But then.. His snout twitched suddenly and he twisted his head to the side so he could squint at the doorway(his eyesight wasn't exactly the best thing in the world, after all). A new burst of energy buzzed about, he could feel it. And his suspicions would soon be realized as yet another person burst in through the door. Startled, he squealed loudly, huddling closer to the floor that before.

Raidon, too, was startled by the sudden shouting. But even as he jumped, he did his best to regain his poise before anyone noticed, forcing an angry scowl over his face to cover his surprise. "The hell..?", he stepped back to examine the man with a curiosity he didn't realize he was showing. The guy looked...strange.. That was the only word the brown hair Genin could find in his vocabulary to describe it. What the hell is this guy-? No...no, he can't be...

YOU are the three lucky little boys that get to make up my team

He was.

Raidon's jaw slacked a bit, parting his lips as his lip curled just a bit. "This...this is a joke, right?", his voice held an uncertain laughter behind it. This wasn't happening. Not to him. Not to Hichiban Raidon. "But..you can't be..a leader"(note he did not say "our Leader). He bristled suddenly, glaring at Uzu..what-ever-his-name-was and marching forward with a sudden rush of anger. Jerking an arm up to point accusingly at the man, Raidon opening his mouth to begin a rather elaborate speech about how this man couldn't possibly be fit to lead anyone, let alone, someone as good as he was. But suddenly, the importance of being punked was lost as Naruto jerked his own finger to point at Buta. Raidon's mouth fell completely open this time. But only for a moment. His temper flared suddenly as Buta flattened his ears out to the side and made a small noise. Scooting forward just enough to be heard, the pig parted his jaws to answer. "Uhm..Yef, fir, Butafa-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?"

The pigs quiet voice was quickly cut off by the screaming of his friend. Actually it was more of a roar, the custodian down the hallway thought the heater had exploded. The Lion had gone red in the face. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN RETARD!? HE'S NOT A PET, DUMBASS! HE'S A NINJA ANIMAL JUST LIKE ANY DAMN DOG OR CAT OF MONKEY OR WHATEVER THE FUCK ANIMALS PEOPLE ARE USING! AND WHAT KIND OF RETARD-..?" The girl beside him cut him off.

"YOU PUMPKIN MAN! THIS IS A JOKE ISN'T IT?! THEY DON'T REALLY LET IDIOTS LIKE YOU TRY AND MOLD THE UNCRAFTED YOUTH OF THE FUTURE, DO THEY?"

Despite his sudden, self proclaimed rivalry(for leadership, that is) with her, Raidon was more than happy to join in on degrading the man.
"Pheh, I doubt it. You listen to me, dumbass! I don't care if you're our sensei or not, there's no way in hell I'm gonna listen to you!"[/center][/color]

[mizuyaiba]

Mizu would have been surprised by the sudden outburst from the male genin, except he was completely expecting such a loud response, much to his own dismay. The kid may not have been loud in his own little world but in Mizu’s he was getting louder by the minute. He wouldn’t goad the kid though, He really didn’t need the kid to get any louder.

He could feel pressure building up on the cavities of his head.

He was surprised though when his second soon-to-be “companion” had started yelling too, her voice easily being louder than the boys and the higher pitch made it sound horrendous with all her shrieking. It seemed that the boy and girl would be arguing for a little while. The exchange of words steadily getting more heated.. He really didn’t want to listen to it either, but he knew he would have to stay; at least until his sensei arrived. Maybe the sensei would make the two annoying genin shut up, that would be fantastic. He knew the Sensei had to be a silent one. There was no way his luck was bad enough where he would be stuck with a bunch of loudmouths.

The pressure was steadily increasing, making the dull throb sharpen to where he could actually feel the pain starting.

Then something unexpected happened and it completely made Mizu rethink if the god’s hated him, or if they were truly testing his patience. The sensei had arrived and the orange dressed man was easily the loudest of the three people he was going to have a team with.

“What did I do to deserve this? Oh, please let this be a dream and let me wake up to laugh it off.” Mizu said this to himself; the others probably wouldn’t hear from their loud argument that was easily getting louder by the second. Was that possible? Mizu would say it wasn’t, but then fate would slap him in he face and laugh and make it louder.

He was optimistic though, even though the pain in his head started to intensify making him close his eyes for a second. He opened them just in time to see the new “sensei” point out the pig beside the male genin. He swear he hadn’t seen it before, of course Mizu didn’t have the most attention to detail but he should have seen something so out of place. It must have been the yelling that distracted him. He really needed to learn to start focusing better during such events. Mizu literally grind his teeth when the pig’s owner apparently threw a tantrum and started to literally roar like a beast. Oh god, he got louder, Mizu thought suddenly.

Great. I got stuck with a bunch of losers. Wonder if anyone else got cheated..."


Mizu’s headache subsided a little bit as the insult pretty much slapped him in the face and he flinched visibly at the remark. How dare he call Mizu a loser? Mizu was not a loser in any way possible. He looked better than the sensei, he smelled better than the sensei, unfortunately being downwind from the loud idiot, and he was pretty sure he could fight better than him. It was unacceptable to say they were losers. He hadn’t even seen what they were made of.

"How dare you call us losers, you moron. You haven’t even seen what we were capable of. If we judged people’s skills by looks, then I’d say you should still be in the academy working on your transformation jutsu and I’m giving you more credit than you deserve with that.” Mizu’s statement was still in his calm steady voice, there was no need in raising his tone to such a moron.

He then wondered if he could transfer to another team, one who would not be detected three miles away. He really needed to talk to that Hokage woman about this, this was just not fair.

[Uzumaki Naruto]

"PUMPKIN MAN?! WHY YOU LITTLE BIT....HEY! ITS NOT MY FAULT THEY LET FLAT NOSED STINKY CREATURE PASS AS A NINJA ANIMAL! AND YOU YOU PISS ME OFF BY LOOKING AT ME"

Naruto felt the bottom lid to one of his eyes twitch. Were those little wieners talking back to him? Especially that little boy...girl...whatever "it" was. He felt an odd rush of joy from that, but at the same time...HOW DARE THEY! He felt his gut grumble with anger....or was that because he hadn't eaten? STILL...he pointed a finger at each of them in turn, and in the order they had spoken.

"ALRIGHT! Brat, Pigpen and Jockstrap! You three listen to me and you listen good! You do what I say and when I say it. If you don't? REMEMBER WHO HAS THE POWER TO FAIL YOU!"

That ought to shut them up. He had power over them. He had more power in his left pinky then all of them combined; though most of that was power he wouldn't dare tap into unless he had to--but that wasn't the point.

"I'd prefer it if we had the option to actually be a decent team; but it looks like we all got stuck with the short straw...Me especially...So lets start by introducing you, starting with you, Brat!"

That was the respectable way to handle things, right? Sure, he wanted to jump over there and choke the pent up crap from inside their intestines through their nostrils; but he was a respected man now! His hand twitched at his side as he felt a surge of power run through it. Yeah, he figured that demon beast would like that idea. He also knew if any of them had half a brain they'd of noticed it. Maybe they really were stupid. Maybe.

He slid onto a desk and perched him upon it crossing his arms over his chest. It didn't seem like too long ago when he was in their position. Still, he hadn’t been quite so...well...okay...maybe. He felt his lip twitch into a sideways smile as he looked at them. It was as if the students there kind of vanished. His finger raised to rub the Hitai-ate on his head; his blue eyes loosing their fiery sparkle for a moment. He had been naive then to think things would have always been that easy. That fun. That...He shook his head. He had to think about the present. Maybe he would fail here as well, it certainly seemed like he was already set up for it.

[Leiko-hime]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=f5e06d] Meruhen, Kinosei ------ Inwardly Kinosei was smugly smirking in triumph as she watched the stupid Pig-boy rise to her bait, getting angry and flustered over her words. Some people were just soooo easy! In her mind she as doing a little victory dance, and chanting "Button, Button, whose got the button!" Pushing peoples buttons was waaay more fun than it had a right to be, really. Outwardly the girl just scoffed waving her hand in front of her face as though to dismiss the boy entirely as she replied to his question; her tone implied she was speaking to a five year old, "Who do I think I am? I think I'm me you brainless peon! Geez, seriously, who else would I be?" Scoffing again at the apparent lack of brain cells in his head she continued relentlessly, eyes rolling in exasperation and voice dripping condescension, "Like I've master the technique you dumbass!" She spat, annoyed. Leaning forward she squinted right at him, and gave him a little sneer, "If you're so great then how many jutsu have you mastered, huh, buddy?" Hearing his final comment though made her press a had over her mouth to stifle her snickers, "Perfectly stupid maybe." She retorted quietly. Maybe he'd hear it, maybe not. It didn't matter. She rolled her eyes upward as the egotistical jerk continued to berate the other boy as well. What was he? Their mother? The mental image of the little ass wandering around with a spatula, and a pink frilly apron nearly caused the girl to fall over in a sudden burst of laughter, but she contained herself. Barely. She nearly had to stuff her whole fist in her mouth to accomplish it. It would seem that the only thing the three of them had in common was that they agreed that their 'Sensei' was a joke. All of them, even the weird quiet guy shot off a volley of insults at the idiot, and she rather thought the whole affair was amusing. Even if they never agreed on anything else, they at least had this one enemy in common. Senseius Retardus. Hehehe. At the idiots proclamation that he had the power to fail them she poked her tongue out, and produced a loud rude noise in retaliation, "Somehow I doubt you could work out how to fail us! We'll probably never pass because you can't tell the writing end of a pencil from the eraser!" She cried, her shoulders slumping at the thought. Oh god, her life was in ruins! She didn't bother making a fuss over the 'nickname' mostly because compared to the other two hers wasn't all that bad. In fact, she'd agree with it. Plus, there were better things to make a fuss over. Really. Still... Token protest! "MY NAME IS NOT BRAT, RETARD! she hollered. Introductions? Ew. That was like.. friendship building exercises! Ugh. What if she didn't want to get to know these people? As soon as she got the chance she was totally going to march up to the Hokage Tower and demand an audience with the Hokage. This was not going to happen. No way, no how, nu uh! Glaring at the man as he sat down against a desk she eyed him critically, noting the wistful look that over came him. She wasn't stupid, she knew who he was. It just didn't matter to her, she'd have made the same fuss about anyone. It was after all, best to make a first impression that stuck out. People remembered you that way. Huffing, she relented. Stomping forward she turned to face the other three in the room arms crossing over her chest, her bright yellow jacket loud and clear in the room as she stood, feet shoulder width apart, glaring with her large blue eyes. "I" She began, uncrossing her arms so she could point at herself, lips twisting into a smirk, "am Meruhen, Kinosei!" She declared proudly, puffing up slightly. Then an evilly gleeful little glimmer entered her eyes as she looked to each of them in turn and went on, "I'm sure in some dimension, far, far, faaar away from here I'm pleased to meet you." She drawled, then bowing slightly toward Naruto she murmured, "Retard-sensei." A nod toward the boy with the pig, "Looser." Another nod to the quiet kid. "Reject." Hey, if he could give them nicknames, then she could to. Best for them to know their place in her mind now! Smirking she wandered over, pulled the huge book off her back and smacked it down on a desk top before bouncing up and sitting atop both the book and the desk. Her hitai-ate flopped at her hip where she'd tied it to one of her side belt loops. ------ The Fairy Tale Ninja

[Souku|Raidon|Tao]

His teeth grit together, fists clentching. "Pigpen...?", he growled. Buta, but now, had slunk across the floor to rest his head on Raidon's leg. "Why you..?", stepping forward, Raidon had a mind to lung foreward and(attempt to) tackle the man.

REMEMBER WHO HAS THE POWER TO FAIL YOU!

His plans of trying to take Naruto came to an abrupt hault. Fail? Him? Raidon silenced himself, though not out of sudden disciplin, but of shock. Never in his life had anyone threatened to...to fail him. Perhpas that was why he had unconciously thought himself so impervious to such a thing. No, scratch that, he still did think himself invinsable. His mouth snapped shut suddenly, brown eyes keeping a look of sudden determination. "You can't do that!", he screamed. "You can't fail me!"('me' not 'us') "As long as I continue to-", he allowed himself to be cut off at the nudging at his leg.

It wasn't often Buta was able to speak in large crowds, reserving his opinions for Raidon or keeping them to himself. However, everyone once and again, the little pig could offer sage advice. Tilting his head up rather politley, he watched Raidon glare down at him, though he recognized easily enough that the gesture was not meant for him. "He-he can fail uf R-Raidon.", he muttered shyly, earning a frown from Raidon as his pride began to be squashed. "Th-Thofe chuunin exfamf, I faw onfe. The techer haf to let in there. Butafan faw it Raidon.", the piglet nodded up at the boy, his little tail wagging once behind him as he seemed to remember everyone else was there as well. Jerking his head back towards Naruto, he pinned his ears back against his skull, stepping back nervously as his left trembled. Looking up and catching Raidon's stobborn expression, the piglet laid back down on the floor. "Uhm...f-forry..".

But with Raidon, his words were falling on deaf ears. This guy, Naruto, wouldn't fail him. He couldn't, Raidon was sure of it. And as the girl beside him aurgued with the blond again, Raidon couldn't help but feel as though she were trying to show him up. And at that thought, his face reddened again. No little girl was going to dominate him on this team! Taking a step forward, but finding nothing to accuse her of when she actually shared his own opinion, he did his best to think it through. He would need to be stern, as good leaders should be, and stubborn if he wanted to make it to the top. "You sure act like it.", he muttered mostly to her. Maybe he'd take a kin to calling her brat himself. Anything to push her down a peg, after all.

It was his turn to introduce himself now and he found himself less willing to make a fuss. Standing up straighter, almost on his toes. He flashed a less than subtle off of arrogant provacation towards Naruto. "Hichiban, Raidon!", he called out loudly, as though it he were louder it would make him more memorable(not that he needed much help with that..not in this team). Turning on his heels he marched up to Naruto, this time, a bolder fire in his stance and body language. Buta, awkwardly so, slunk after him. As much as a boar could slink, anyway. Giving a curt snort as an introduction, he allowed Raidon to finish his cocky statment, moving again only to look over at Kinosei as Raidon missed her insult. He wagged his tail in an almost friendly manner. If Raidon couldn't make peace with her, perhaps he could, at least. "You would do well to remember that. Because after I'm finished with you morons, I'm going to be at the Head of the Leaf's Police force!"

[mizuyaiba]

Mizu felt an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time, He had felt fear, he had felt sadness, crying on a few occasions, and he had felt happiness; but this emotion he felt now was an enigma to him that he abhorred. It was an emotion that usually started loud noises and on a few occasions made he himself start yelling(yes, he yells). This emotion was an emotion that has started countless wars and the consequences are usually many deaths.

Mizu felt fury.

Mizu felt rage.

Mizu felt anger.

How dare the bloody orange idiot call him “JOCKSTRAP!” He was no fucking undergarment that was used in sports to protect men’s balls. He would never be that close to other guys genitalia. Why the hell did he get stuck with this moron, this pumpkin, this bloody nincompoop?

His eyes were dancing with anger at this moron’s lack of subtlety. His smile carefully morphed from one that is cocky to one that is about to hurt something and a rough guttural growl exited fro the back of Mizu’s throat. He was so going to hurt his new sensei.

“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A GODDAMN JOCKSTRAP!!!!!! I AM SO GOING TO…”

Mizu’s sudden outburst cut short, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword, as he realized the last part of the statement. They gave this moron the power to fail him? Who in their right mind would bestow that kind of power to such a retard? Were they using him and the other two genin as decoys so the idiot would stay away from themselves. If so, Mizu was going to have to have a chat with them.

He then realized that he had yelled. Him Mizu Yaiba had yelled like a common loudmouth. How had he gotten so loud? He wasn’t easily goaded into getting angry, no longer yelling. How in the world did it happen? It was something to think of.

He listened to each of their introductions, his eye twitching when he is called reject by Kinosei-san and getting annoyed by Haidon-kun’s pride that was bordering on eclipsing Mizu’s own. So they thought they were high and mighty, did they?

Mizu Yaiba knew it was his turn to introduce himself even though he would rather leave and forget these three loud nut jobs but it was rude for someone to make an introduction and not in turn introducing yourself. He stared at the three loudmouths for a second and then flourished his sword in a small spinning exercise, finishing the show with his head bowed. “Yaiba, Mizu.” He said this in his near monotone voice, regretting his last outburst and hoping they would forget the whole thing ever happened, and ending the -zu part curtly. He raised his head up, and lied through his teeth, “Pleasure to meet you Naruto-sensei”, he bowed his head to his new sensei, “Raidon-san",he bowed his head to the genin with the pig, “Kinosei-san”, he bowed his head to the boisterous young girl. He didn’t like them very much but he would have to get along with them or it would be hell. Maybe he could start a small temporary treaty between the group; it wasn’t likely but Mizu had to try.

[Uzumaki Naruto]

He watched with less then the most interest as they each in turn spoke. He sat propped on the desk his eyes staring into each of them, but not actually seeing them. His stomach was rumbling from hunger, his head was hurting, and now his hopes were lying shattered on the floor. Why should he pay attention when it wouldn't matter what their names were later anyways.

The girl, he decided, was his least favorite. She was too much like him. She was proof that he, himself, should never have children. He felt sorry for her parents, truly, he did. He simply rolled his eyes as she yelled at him, silent he mutters the word "brat" under his breathe again. By denying it, she just made it all the more true.

"Pleased to meet you too, Brat. Wait..no..sorry, that was my gas talking."

He felt sick. These were supposed to be the future?

Konoha was in big trouble.

The boy with the pig was next. HE felt a nervous twitch in his face go off when the boy tries to deny his power over him, but luckily for him he had a pig that was pretty smart. He concluded, right there, that the pig was the smartest of all of them. Well, second to him, anyways.

Yes, he liked that pig.

Still, Pigpen was just as bad as Brat had been. Yelling out his name with his chest puffed out like some kind of..well..ironically, lion cub. Truth be told, Naruto had to hold back from laughing at him; he unsuccessfully let a smile cackle through, along with a bit of spit from holding it back. He seriously got the image of a kitten prancing into a den of lions and demanding to be leader.

Yeah...right.

He still liked the pig though.

Jockstrap was the calmest one, he though. At least until he yelled out. Naruto let his hand fly up to his head with a resonating smack. Not only had he yelled, he had reached for his weapon. It was that action that caused Naruto's eyes to narrow. If that kid thought for one second that his giant sword would hit Naruto before he got around to him, he was crazy. Even a kid should have that figured out. Still, the boy saved himself by speaking respectfully.

Even if he did swing his sword around like a pansy.

It was his turn again, so he lazily slid from the desktop and stood before them, hand on his hips.

"Okay...so...Brat, Pigpen and Buta-san, and then...Jockstrap..."

He made sure to emphasize jockstraps nickname, since he hated it so much. He was having more fun with this then he had first imagined.

"Training starts tomorrow. Be at the bottom of the waterfall, Valley of the end at eleven. You got that ELEVEN. Don't bring lunch, I'll supply. Consider it a gift from your Sensei. Bring all your supplies. You'll need them."

With that he waved them off and stomped off out of the room. He was going straight to Tsunade to bitch. Why did he get stuck with team reject?

[Leiko-hime]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=f5e06d] Meruhen, Kinosei ------ Kinosei wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh, and laugh. Her sides ached from keeping from laughing as she watched her new teammates respond to their sensei's goading. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Not that she'd ever let them know. She was hard pushed not to grin. Maybe, just maybe... Her eyes drifted downward to take notice of the small pig following the Looser, Raidon's steps. The little thing wagged his tail at her. Well, at least one of these stupid boy's was cool. She smiled at the pig, winked a big blue eye and waggled her fingers in a mockery of a wave, before sliding off her perch. She landed lightly on the ground, her legs pressed together as she crouched down, closer to the animal's own level. "Well, at least it's nice to meet you, Bacon Bit." She called quietly, her voice an undertone to the noise and chaos around her, she'd effectively allowed herself to fade into the background a bit. Smiling an small friendly smile at the pig, "Can you keep a secret, Bacon Bit?" She asked cheerily. "Well I think you can, so I'll tell you one. I think this is gonna be fun, I've never had friends before. Maybe I can have some now." She may have said more but she was pulled out of it by the loud yell of the formerly quiet boy. Standing up quickly, briefly wondering if any of the others in the room had caught her lapse, she leaned back against the desk plastering a smarmy smirk on her face. She could tell that the guy was lying, and grinning evilly she called, "You keep telling yourself this'll be a pleasant experience, Miso Soup, and maybe we'll all believe it someday!" She wasn't as loud as before, but her voice was still loud enough to be strictly off the list of 'inside voices.' But, on the good side she'd decided not to call him a reject since he'd shown her a modicrum of respect. Maybe she'd be a little nicer to the guy. Maybe. Then Sensei made his announcement and stalked off, and Kinosei's laughing voice hollered after him, "YES SIR, SENSEI, SIR. TELL THAT BLOND DITZ AT THE TOWER THAT I WANNA FILE A COMPLAINT TO!" She was smart enough to know where he just had to be going. Turning back to her new team mates, she hauled her massive book up, slinging the straps that held it over her shoulders, "Well, it's been... uh... interesting. Miso, Bacon Bit, Jerk, but I think thats a welcome dismissal, hmmm?" Without waiting for an answer the bright girl turned and jogged out the door, sandals skidding lightly on the tile as she took off. She had a few hours to mess around in Konoha, before she had to get home! ------ The Fairy Tale Ninja